themonasnovels Chapter 586 Cheating Has Always Been a Tradition in the Three-Way Tournament
Chapter 586 Cheating Has Always Been a Tradition in the Three-Way Tournament
Chapter 586 Cheating has always been the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament
Principal's office,
Moody lifted a curved wine bottle and took a long gulp.
"Albus, so... You-Know-Who has returned from Albania?"
"That's right." Dumbledore picked up the black tea and blew on the hot air: "William and Hermione saw him."
"I really can't believe the two little wizards." Moody's face was gloomy, "Are you sure..."
"I'm sure, I trust them as much as I trust you."
Dumbledore said seriously: "I have a hunch that Voldemort's return this time is different from the past.
With Wormtail's help, he would be more cautious.He must have also received information about the holding of the Triwizard Tournament from Bertha. "
"In that case, I'll tell you the truth, those little wizards of yours are too weak." Moody's blue eyes kept rolling.
"Since the mysterious man may make a comeback, I must teach something different, so that they can understand what real... cruelty is!"
"Like?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Let them feel the Unforgivable Curse." Moody slanted his mouth and squinted. "And some wicked black magic."
Dumbledore put down his glass, folded his hands, and squinted in thought.
"Albus, this class is already far behind. Maybe Lupine helped a little, but I don't think it's enough." Moody's expression was extremely serious.
"We have to let them know what the real danger is."
Dumbledore didn't answer right away.
Looking at the hesitant principal, Moody snorted dissatisfiedly:
"You can't let these children touch these things when the war comes, can you? It will be too late then!"
Dumbledore sighed and nodded subtly.
Moody laughed contentedly, and took another sip from the jug.
"I also want to talk to Stark about the details, about Albania.
To be honest, I don't really believe in his strength.I've heard a lot of those rumors.
Lockhart was also awarded the Order of Merlin, but he was just a liar.
It always pays to be vigilant at all times..."
Moody suddenly shut up, and the blue eyes, which were originally turning up and down, rolled up and got into his head.
He stood up and strode towards the wooden door with his wand in hand.
Dumbledore smiled and didn't stop him. Instead, he picked up the black tea again, took a sip, and looked like he was watching the show.
The stairs slowly ascended by themselves, bringing William to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.
After finishing his duties as a prefect, he stayed in the lounge for a while, then quietly left to find Dumbledore.
Just as William was about to knock on the door, the voices in the room stopped, and someone walked quickly, as if preparing to open the door.
William took a step back, and the right door only opened a crack, and he saw Moody holding up his wand.
Almost as if his body had a conditioned reaction, he dodged towards the left door. The moment his wand was raised, a long sword in his left hand was nailed deeply into the wooden door.
Moody suddenly got short, and his blue eyes turned upwards, staring at the piercing silver sword.
He evaded in time, but there was still a bloodstain on his cheek, and strands of hair fell to the ground from his temples.
Moody didn't wipe it at all, but just yelled:
"Not bad. Amazing reflexes, much better than that little girl Tonks! At least your reputation is not fake!"
William drew his silver sword, pushed the door open, and frowned at Moody.
Only then did he realize that the other party just raised his wand, and did not intend to release the spell.
William cast another bewildered glance at Dumbledore.
The principal smiled and nodded.
"Put down your sword, boy, before you blind anyone," said Moody in a rough, low voice.
But William ignored him.
"Yes, that's how it should be... Don't listen to others easily, Stark, you are very suitable to be an Auror.
At least they will live longer than others. "
Moody dragged his wooden legs and walked around the room.
"Can you guarantee that this is him, Albus?" He roared again, "The little wizard is not staying in the dormitory in the middle of the night, and comes to the principal's office?
Better to ask him something only Stark himself would know. "
"Alastor...I allowed William to come to me at any time, and I trust him very much." Dumbledore explained softly.
"William, put down your wand too."
With a wave of William's wand, the wooden door returned to its original state.As soon as he turned his right hand, the wand disappeared, and he didn't know where he hid it.
"Since you have something to talk about, I'll go first." Moody muttered, and then dragged his legs and walked outside.
William watched Moody leave slowly without speaking.
"Don't take it to heart." Dumbledore raised his hand, signaling William to sit down.
"Alastor is like this. He has experienced wizard wars, fought against countless Death Eaters, captured many dark wizards, and doesn't trust anyone very much.
In Muggle parlance, severe PTSD. "
William sat down on the chair, shrugged his shoulders and said, "With such a wizard teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, the class must be very interesting."
"The content may be interesting...but for most people, the experience of the first class is definitely not interesting." Dumbledore shook his head.
"It's going to be bad."
William raised his eyebrows. Can Defense Against the Dark Arts still cause discomfort to students?
Well, it really does.Quirrell's garlic smell, Lockhart's saucy smell...all bring serious discomfort to the students, and make you want to kill them both.
After the small talk, William began to talk about the Quidditch World Cup.
Dumbledore has always been in Venice, so he doesn't know much about the situation here.
After William finished speaking, the headmaster still bowed his head and said nothing, tapping his hands and five fingers lightly.
"It's unclear who released the mascots and allowed them to attack the camp."
Dumbledore finally said slowly. "The International Federation of Wizards has already cooperated with the British Aurors and started an investigation."
In fact, there was nothing to investigate about this matter. The Dark Mark that appeared on the field represented that the Death Eaters were responsible for this incident.
But the Death Eaters only carried out marches and kidnapping plots.
Malfoy and the others were parading in the camp, but when they saw William hitting the parade animals, they immediately confessed and ran away.
It is even more impossible to allocate manpower to release those mascots.
Little Tom didn't do it either, he just made Professor Babbling release the Dark Mark.
The wizard who escaped from Crouch's tent was even more impossible.
To release these mascots, one person can't do it, it takes a team to commit crimes.He has already reached the limit of kidnapping the wizard, and he can't do more.
So after looking around, although there is no evidence, Arya, who is far away in Egypt, is more likely to command her to do this kind of thing.
So what is her purpose?
From the perspective of behavior alone, both Arya and Little Tom seem to be setting the blame and buying themselves time.
Their purpose is to divert everyone's attention to the Death Eaters and smash on Voldemort.
Let everyone have no energy to manage the affairs of the United States and Egypt.
In other words... Voldemort is the only one designated to take the blame.
In fact, it succeeded, and international public opinion demanded that the British Ministry of Magic severely punish the Death Eaters!
"Speaking of Tom, did Professor Babling tell you about his strange actions?" William asked softly.
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"But I checked the map and found nothing special." William said.
"There is actually an orphanage nearby, called Wu's Orphanage, where Tom lived when he was a child." Dumbledore replied.
"But that orphanage isn't on the map."
"The orphanage was not profitable and it was rebuilt and turned into a department store."
Dumbledore took out an old map, shook his hands slightly, and pointed to a certain place.
It does have a Woo Orphanage marked on it.
William squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and said:
"Little Tom couldn't have been here for nothing, he's not a nostalgic wizard.
Which meant...he guessed Voldemort had kept the Horcruxes nearby? "
"That's right." Dumbledore said appreciatively. "We may need to go there this semester."
William nodded slightly.
"Is the Goblet of Fire still with you?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.
William hummed inexplicably.
Dumbledore stared at William.
"Mrs. Maxim and Karkaroff forbid you to participate, so they set a rule that minors are not allowed to participate."
"Then just don't participate." William said indifferently. "It's not interesting anyway."
"But according to tradition, there is no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament... In theory, minors may also participate." Dumbledore smiled.
"If the rules do not allow it, I even want to completely let go of the number of participants.
Yes, many students did die, and professors were injured.
But this time, I'm not worried... William, you know what I mean? "
William was startled, raised his hand to hold the cup, and said, "I think I understand, but... the other two principals..."
Dumbledore took a sip of tea, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said leisurely:
"Cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament."
Foxes, one big and one small, smiled knowingly,
William left.
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, eyes dazed, as if remembering something.
A century ago, Hogwarts also proposed a Triwizard Tournament.
But then nothing happened.
Otherwise, it is very likely that he and that person... met in advance.
The old man walked slowly back into the room.
The green radish in that room is still full of vitality, but the old man stands alone, alone.
But he wasn't sad, he just missed that summer, and that summer... those people he lost.
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